Home Alone

Well, today is my first day home alone with baby K. E headed off to work this morning around 8am. It's been fine so far, very quiet though...

K & I slept until about 11 when he wanted to eat again. After that K didn't stay awake very long before he went back to sleep again and I got up, got dressed, made lunch and ate it. By 1 he was awake and wanting to eat again. I had been thinking about going for a walk at that point except for that big pile of laundry - which now only needs a little more folding, the kitchen is clean, and the apartment is tidied up. And K slept some more. Look at me all domestic like!

Now he's starting to wake up and I'm typing this with one hand while holding him in my other arm. I'm hoping he wakes up soon to eat, and then we really will take a short walk.

Sleep, Eat, and Poop, Sleep, Eat, and Poop

This is the remarkable routine of a newborn that becomes the centre of a new parents world. It is amazing how exhausting this routine can be. Especially when the sleep part of the routine turns into the crying part of the routine from about 11pm until 4am.

I have concluded that God is extremely wise to make babies so damn cute because otherwise they would drive us crazy in the wee hours of the night with their inexplicable wailing. They've been fed, their diapers are clean, they've been burped, we've tried holding, rocking, swaddline, putting them down, and picking them up again... in dark rooms, light rooms, quiet rooms and loud rooms, and still they cry. Sigh... At least it's only for a few hours at a time.

Thank goodness K doesn't do this every night. But the first few weeks at home were a bit of a trial, and rather alarming. We weren't sure if there was something wrong with him. But by the time morning rolled around he was usually sleeping peacefully, and would generally sleep peacefully (as his routine cycled) until evening. Which is why E & I never managed to get out of be for the day until at least 11am, usually noon. And why I often just stayed in my pj's all day long.